Homeless
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People and animals are helpless on the street of any city,
regarded as worthless, society just passes them by,
empty and hollow, . . .
they fall into a black abyss of nothingness.
Today, I saw a man with a kitten, and I ran to the store for food,
even though I had only a little money,
I did not want to just walk by . . .
It touched my heart that this man with nothing still had compassion.
Running back with food for the man and some cat food,
I was breathless . . .
then inside, I was weeping when the spot they had been in was empty.
They were gone . . . turning in circles,
I searched for them, but they were lost in a deep chasm,
in some doorway probably, crouched and starving.
Oh, I should have told him to stay. . .
and then, I spotted them and walked fast in that direction, now
I stroke the thin little ginger one as she purrs eating happily,
and the man smiles his thanks to me . . .
But in my heart . . . I fear for them but at least now they have,
each other.
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April 8, 2016
Poetry/Free Verse/Homeless
Copyright Protected, ID 16-1104-527-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted to the contest, Marathon, Mile 11
sponsor, Mark Toney
Eighth Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2019
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